I stitch my sighs with the dewy bloom
to do away with soggy gloom-
I thread through the rivers, hills and seas
as if they were tiny beads-
I let slip stars through buttonholes at times
only for the sake of a dark rhyme-
while at work something throbs in the vein
what is it, a wreath, a bouquet or a poem?
Posted for my prompt “Of Poems” @ Poets United Midweek Motif
sumanar/lekha 
That is the beauty of being a poet for you then are the craftsperson to create the images in your mind to words like any other artist.
Wow you had me from Word one to the last
Happy Wednesday
much love…
To be a seamstress–not only of words but of the entire cloth of the uni-verse–is a marvelous thing. Long may you ply your needle, whether you make ” a wreath, a bouquet or a poem.” You help me make sense of the world.
Wreath, bouquet or poem—all have their place, but only the poem can shed some light on this murky darkness through which the world seems to be stumbling at the moment.
Wreath bouquet or poem ….it is a floral fragrant garland of words colour and incense….one size fits all.
I like that sometimes it is hard to tell?
This is so lovely, stitching life in your poems.
So many aspects a port can bring to different things. I really like the idea of slipping stars through button holes!
Beautiful. 🙂
You’ve embroidered and strung a the beads of a beautiful poem, Sumana! I love the lines:
‘I let slip stars through buttonholes at times
only for the sake of a dark rhyme’.
Sigh. Some many images floating through my mind, Sumana, as I read your poem. Hard to pick just one as they all carry equal weight in the poem.
A beautiful write, capturing the essence of writing poetry!
A lovely write! I like the stitching of life, I who use a stapler and duct tape for my sewing kit!
I thread through the rivers, hills and seas
as if they were tiny beads-
oh, how beautiful an image!
I really like this neat, compact poem ~ stitching words, stitching observations, patching, sewing new creations … through life, its notes, and words.
how lovely 🙂
and thanks for hosting the mid-week@Poets U.
I let slip stars through buttonholes at times
favorite, favorite line
kaykuala
I let slip stars through buttonholes at times
only for the sake of a dark rhyme-
while at work something throbs in the vein
It has a tendency to appear but slip off just as quickly!
Hank
This is touching. It appeals so many things.